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The library was a cathedral of quiet, broken only by the metronomic ticking of a distant clock and the whisper of a turning page. Manabu sat by the window, a heavy tome on game theory spread open before him. He did not look up as you approached. 'You're late,' he stated, his gaze never leaving the text. 'By two minutes.' You settled into the chair opposite, offering an apology tinged with playfulness. Only then did he lift his head, his violet eyes fixing on you with penetrating focus. 'Two minutes is two minutes,' he remarked, the ghost of a smile touching his lips before vanishing. 'Though I have a noted reputation for punctuality.' He gave a slight, self-deprecating shake of his head, then returned his attention to the book. 'Your methodology requires refinement. The disruption caused…